To find forgiveness in the weeds
"..Mmm..well...maybe if she stops throwing knives at me." Sam laughed sharply, a little anxiously, as if scared to mention this in case Wessex appeared out of a bush chucking machetes at his head. Still, he knew The Voice was right and he was far more interested in making peace with Wessex than many other people, because she was ultimately a part of his odd little Ascended family.
He smiled as The Voice stroked his cheek, so glad to always find comfort with her. He knew she could still be disappointed but she seemed more than anyone to understand, to love him, no matter what.
Her question, though...as she asked it he realised that he was at a crossroads. Jigano was going to speak to the Old Gods to see if he could ever gain back their favour and was desperate for him to stop following The Voice. When he was speaking to his friend, it was easier to see the flaws in his Goddess and consider that path. But nearly everyone else he cared for the opinion of was either neutral or one of her children; he had never had a family or belonging like this before.
"Yes. Yes, I do. I was going to bring you someone to Ascend soon, I think, but...is there something more I could do? I'd love to be useful."
